My Disciples Are All The Emperor Level Talents

I can’t figure it out!

Holy Son Xuanming thought so hard that his scalp was broken, but he just couldn't figure it out.

Why did Mu Fusheng not reveal anything other than the talisman and his mind when he took action at the banquet of the Kowloon God Dynasty?

Now he has become so powerful that he doesn’t look like a talisman seal master at all!

It’s said that all talisman seal masters are weak in close combat?

Sure enough... fairy tales are all lies.

Even Xuan Ye, the emperor of the Xuanwu Dynasty on the giant turtle, frowned slightly when he saw this scene and couldn't help but send a message: "Xuan Ming, don't forget, you represent the Xuanwu Dynasty now!"

Hearing this, Holy Son Xuanming nodded seriously and replied via voice transmission: "Don't worry, Father, he is no match for me."

"What I want is an overwhelming victory!"

"I see."

Finished.

Saint Son Xuanming gradually began to have blood in his body and began to seep out from the gaps in his scales!

The blood energy condensed into threads and spread everywhere on the scales. Even the eyes of Holy Son Xuanming turned red!

A Xuanwu shadow penetrated the world and appeared behind Holy Son Xuanming.

The power of bloodline materializes.

Only bloodlines that have reached a certain level can do this.

For example, Xiao Hei's arrival of the devil has the same principle.

The moment the Xuanwu shadow appeared, the black water droplets in the Xuanming realm gradually turned into blood drops!

The heavy aura was filled with a bloody murderous aura!

The breath also surged at this moment.

"If it had been your full strength just now, you would have never had the chance to break through my defense." Holy Son Xuanming stared at Mu Fusheng with a sinister smile.

Under the infusion of the Xuanwu statue, Xuan Ming, after reshaping his body, used all-round defense. I am afraid that even a full blow from the late ancestral realm can be resisted several times.

Looking at this scene, Mu Fusheng raised his eyebrows.

It seems to be much stronger than before.

So how about exposing something a little bit? Otherwise, if he doesn't die instantly, what if the other party uses some secret technique or takes drugs or something, wouldn't it expose more of his strength?

After all, this is the realm of chaos.

Even if you take drugs in public, no one will care about you.

The winner is king, no matter what method you use?

What's more, they didn't even bother to add a prohibition on the use of banned substances in the rules.

Thought of this.

Mu Fusheng smiled and said, "Then you stand there and let me try to chop it?"

Holy Son Xuanming sneered, "The method of provoking generals is useless."

After saying that, Holy Son Xuanming seemed to merge with the huge Xuanwu shadow behind him. He opened his legs as big as a large city and stepped towards Mu Fusheng!

Well, it seems that he is not an idiot.

Xuanwu's one foot alone was already many times larger than the cylinder, so there was no room to dodge.

However, Mu Fusheng had no intention of giving in this time.

Stretching out his hand, a purple thunder power began to surge in his palm, and then another golden thunder power also began to swirl in his palm!

Xuanyin Purple Thunder and Heavenly Punishment Divine Thunder!

There are many monks with thunder attributes among the spectators and participating students.

Everyone looked in disbelief when they saw these two completely different powers of thunder!

As if he saw something extraordinary, his pupils were shaking!

"The power of the ancient divine thunder? Why is the power of the ancient divine thunder in his hands that has long since disappeared and seems to have disappeared in this world?"

"And he also controlled it, and he controlled two kinds of things in succession?!"

"According to ancient books, this is probably the Xuanyin Purple Thunder and the Heavenly Punishment Divine Thunder..."

"Being able to control the ancient divine thunder requires not only opportunity, but also a unique talent and affinity for the power of thunder. Otherwise, even if you get it and forcibly absorb it, you will be counterattacked by the ancient divine thunder and fall directly on the spot..."

That being said.

But it is the ancient divine thunder after all.

This is a huge temptation for those thunder attribute monks!

For a moment, these thunder attribute monks stared at Mu Fusheng with greedy expressions, as if they wanted to completely remember his face...

In Hunling Academy, the four disciples also looked surprised and uncertain.

Why can't someone who controls two ancient divine thunders be ranked in the sea of ​​thunder?

If you put this in the Hunling Academy, no thunder attribute monk can compare to you!

Fang Qiong, on the other hand, shook his head helplessly, "As expected of a priest brother, he hides so deeply..."

Shi Sheng nodded: "Just get used to it."

On the high platform.

Jiuxuan showed an extremely speechless expression.

"No, is it necessary? I remember Brother Mu has six kinds of ancient divine thunder, right? Only two of them have been revealed until now? Is it necessary to hide it like this?"

Jiu Bailu said with a smile: "I think you should learn from him. As the prince and the crown prince, you should also hide your clumsiness."

"Have I not hidden enough?"

"Then look at Mu Fusheng."

Jiu Xuan was speechless. Now he has discovered that when he compares himself with Mu Fusheng, 80% of the time he will think that Mu Fusheng is better.

wrong.

The layout is smaller!

It should be 100%!

Thinking of the sister who had taken good care of him before, Jiuxuan smiled bitterly and said, "Sister, you have changed."

Jiu Bailu did not answer, but gave Jiu Xuan a "core good" smile.

Jiuxuan quickly shut up and looked obediently at the column where Mu Fusheng was.

Holy Son Xuanming also noticed the power of thunder dozens of times greater than before, and his expression became serious for a moment.

"Ancient divine thunder? I want to see what's so strange about it!"

When the Xuanwu giant foot fell, it squeezed the air with great force, as if the space under the foot was being squeezed crazily.

The space where Mu Fusheng was and the space above seemed to be crushed into compressed biscuits, and a huge sense of oppression fell crazily on Mu Fusheng's back!

Mu Fusheng bowed his waist and his legs trembled.

The two ancient divine thunders in the palm of his hand were blasted upward with Mu Fusheng's palm.

It transformed into two giant thunder dragons of different colors. The two dragons entwined themselves and sent out bursts of dragon roars directly towards Xuanwu's feet!

At this moment, the dazzling two-color thunder light formed a sharp contrast with the black light exuding Xuanwu.

The moment when two giant thunder dragons crashed into the soles of their feet.

The entire Xuanwu phantom was surrounded by two-color thunder!

The power of thunder began to crazily invade Xuanwu Xuying's body!

Every inch it invades, the shadow disappears.

It seems that the power of ancient divine thunder is constantly destroying Xuanwu's vitality!

The proud defense seems to have become a joke at this time.

Seeing this, Holy Son Xuanming's face changed with shock, and his body immediately curled up, all his breath condensed on his skin and scales.

However, when the ancient divine thunder completely extinguished the last trace of life of Xuanwu Shadow, it directly hit the body of Xuanming Holy Son.

A scream resounded throughout the entire column!

The defense of the scale armor was not directly broken, but the power of the ancient divine thunder directly penetrated the limbs, bones, and internal organs of Holy Son Xuanming!

Not long after, his breath became weak and he lay on the ground breathing lightly.

Looking at this scene, Mu Fusheng frowned and seemed dissatisfied.

But who knows, he is thinking...

It’s broken and exposed. It seems that there is no need for two ancient divine thunders...